Nexz Profile Novels & Stories

I ordered. "Yes, Ma'am." He said immediately and turned to leave. Nathan was my body guard. He's been the one carrying out my dirty plans. He knows if he messes up, his mother's head will be served to him on a platter, and that's not an empty threat. I have been planning for this my whole life, and now is the time. Alina, you're just going to be a piece in the long game. Zack is for me and me alone.

I grab an energy drink from the mini fridge and pull out the chair to my desk. I fire up my laptop and settle in. I like to start by compiling the basics on my subject and see if there are obvious gaps, so now I build a profile on Kyle, and then I’ll have Jace do a deep dive on his electronic footprint and I’ll start casing him. Alpha gave me his TRTC file and using that I make note of the basics. -Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15

I feel eyes on me and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. “Devon!” A blonde-haired woman with pink highlights approaches us, I don’t fail to catch the pistol tucked under the waistband of her trousers, I recognize her from the photos scattered around her social media, Leto Brookes, socialite, the influencer with million followers, CEO of a matchmaking agency but here, in the underworld. She’s the co-owner and mafia queen of The Nexus. She’s holding a glass of wine as she sashays to us. “Looking good this morning, cousin!”

“I’m honored to be here and eager to contribute to the Nexus Project.” Victor’s smile widened, and he gestured to the large screen behind him, where a sleek presentation loaded. “Let’s get started.” The Nexus Project was the kind of ambitious venture that could redefine an industry. Victor’s company, specializing in cutting-edge AI-driven logistics systems, and the Nexus Project aimed to integrate our technology into a global supply chain network. As Victor walked the room through the project’s scope, streamlining distribution, optimizing delivery routes, predicting demand with unprecedented accuracy, I felt a spark of excitement. This was why I’d fought so hard to step out of Alex’s shadow,

The tables were appointed with family names and company logos, adding a touch of elegance to the event. “This is your table.” The butler said, curtsying before departing. As they took their seats, Amabel searched around the room, and chairman Dawson was nowhere to be seen. She faced Felix and asked, “where’s your father?” “I left him chatting with the Nexa Corporation’s representative.” Felix replied. Amabel’s eyes widened. “Nexa Corporation!” She exclaimed. “The world’s biggest organization?!” Felix nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, it’s a big deal. They’re rumored to be opening a brand in the city soon, and Dad’s probably trying to get in on the ground floor.” He disclosed.

I locked eyes with him, “Let’s not pretend the odds aren’t in my favor. Nyx Holdings is slowly hitting the top market.” I built Nyx Holding after my escape from death. It’s fast rise in the business world is second to none and it scares Zion, which is why he wants the Henderson deal badly. “Then why do you want it back?” Zion taunted “You seem to have all you want” “Because Scot holdings is mine. My life was mine and you took it. I will get it back and ruin you and every of your accomplice” I said, eyeing White “in the process”

“I honestly just wanted to expand my business to medicine. Nothing more. I won’t even do anything to bother you or disrupt your life in any way. I’m not some lowlife rogue.” Nex only stared at me in silence, observing me. Most likely to make sure I wasn’t lying to her. After some time of silence, she nodded her head and turned to the door. “You better not. I don’t want anything to happen to me or my kids,” she said, walking away from me.

I pulled my jacket closer to my body as I walked out of the vice chancellor’s office with Caleb following close behind. Today, I’d worn a bermuda short and a henley shirt paired with a ski jacket and black combat boots. You’d think I was in mourning because of the amount of black I had on. I had no makeup on and today I decided to let my hair loose instead of the normal cornrows. I swiped my tongue across my lips just to feel the coldness of the ring pierced on it.

"Did Mr. Z reach out to you today?" I went rigid. "No. Who were you drinking with, Brandon?" "Mr. Z himself! Real name’s Jun Hertz. I can’t find a trace of him on the dark web or the official registries, but he’s young and carries himself like he’s backed by a massive treasury. He said he’s been scouting for high-potential tech to disrupt the Kingdom. I laid out our entire kinetic skate-brace project. I’m just waiting to see if he bites."

Emma said. "Yes," Morrison said. "Barnes worked with Hartley for two years," Maya said. She had the personnel records open on her laptop. "He left Nexum fourteen months ago. Voluntarily, according to HR. But." She turned the laptop to show the screen. "His LinkedIn profile shows he joined a biotech consulting firm eight months ago that lists Nexum as a client." Emma looked at the screen. "He is being paid by Nexum." "Indirectly. Through the consulting firm." Maya met Emma's eyes across the table. "His statement becomes substantially less credible when the jury understands that relationship."